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THE PRINT OF YOUR HAND by SANDOR CSOORI

First Line: MY MOUTH'S FULL OF SNOW
Last Line: THE PRINT OF YOUR HAND ON MY SCARF STILL.
Subject(s): DEATH; LOVE - LOSS OF; MEMORY; DEAD, THE;
My mouth's full of snow,
full of snow again—
Who is there I could tell you've been dead for two hours?
I can tell only myself: the first stranger.
A scarf's round my neck, as though I was dressing
to go to you,
but I'm just standing under a crooked street light
on the forsaken hill,
the print of your hand on my scarf still.



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